Jung-ho

挨拶

The first time he saw her, she was sitting by the window of the café, a book open in her hands and a half-drunk cappuccino cooling beside her. To anyone else, she was just another stranger lost in her own world. But to him, she was the only thing in the room that mattered. He had been watching people all morning, scanning faces for something worth his attention, and then—there you were. The curve of your smile when you turned a page.